S: "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."
FC: "Viajar sólo sirve para amar más nuestro rincón natal." - Noel Clarasó
1: " Los viajes son los viajeros. Lo que vemos no es lo que vemos, sino lo que somos." - Fernando Pessoa | Un viaje es una nueva vida, con un nacimiento, un crecimiento y una muerte, que nos es ofrecida en el interior de la otra. Aprovechémoslo. - Paul Morand | “To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.” – Bill Bryson | "I'm a wanderer, I have no place or time, I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine, If you like you can come along with me, But I promise you that I am not the man I used to be." ~ Marc Broussard
2: Milwaukee, WI - Atlanta, GA - Madrid, Spain - Valladolid, Spain | At this point in time I had no idea I had just begun the trip that would change my life | Arrival in Spain
3: The place where we were dropped off, La Feria, happens to be about a block away from where I'll be staying this semester, so once Leah (my roommate) and I met Maria Antonia (our host mom), we walked back to our apartment (Leah and I were pretty jet-lagged at this point), and got to take a look around the flat. To our surprise (mine and Leah's, really), there is another foreign person staying at our place too! I'm not sure how long Navi will be with us, but she has proven to be quite entertaining! She's from Portugal, and to my knowledge, fluently speaks Portuguese, English, and Spanish. I've seen her write stuff in Japanese and Arabic??? but I honestly don't know if she knows those languages too...I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Because of her, today both Leah and I learned a new word....Rastas, which are dreadlocks! Most of Navi's hair are rastas, but not all of it. I like to think of her as a free bird. She lives wherever on whatever (that's how she learned how to use chop sticks...she ate corn today by picking off the each kernel with them), and seems to make friends easily. While I don't always understand her (I'm never quite sure when she switches into another language until a few words in), I enjoy trying to! Mi "mama," Maria Antonia, is possibly one of the nicest people I've met her. Her patience with our poor language skills is astounding! She corrects me whenever I need correction (which has been A LOT the past day or two), explains new words and concepts thoroughly, and she slows her speaking down for us as well, as we're not quite up to snuff with the natives. She works in un viñedo (vineyard) with one of her hijas (daughters) and is a good cook! She has another daughter (who is in Madrid for school) and a son, Luis, quien vive aqui con nosotras. Everything here is going well so far, but we're only a few days into the trip. I'm hoping that by next week, I won't have to concentrate as hard as I've had to the past few days with listening. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be! But all in due time, no?
5: “For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson | At "El Aire" with Katie, Andrea, and Kelsey celebrating one of our 1st weekends in Spain | At my host mom's "viñedo" (con Ma. Antonia y Beatriz, La Seca) | Valladolid
8: Barcelona | I really love being in Barcelona. The people here are super nice. I'm fascinated by the fact that there are 3 main languages people speak here (Catalán, Spanish, and English). I love getting the chance to be back in a modern city (Valla is very old school). And I'm really liking the fact that Barca beat Atlético Madrid 3 - 0 tonight (hat trick by Messi, of course! Lo siento, Inaki, pero, ¿qué pasaó con tu equipo? jajaja) Hopefully tomorrow well be seeing Segrada Familia and Ill be getting to meet up with Francesco. Its been about 2 years since we've seen each other, and it'd be good to catch up, especially since I'm in HIS city now!
10: Lisbon, Portugal | Close your eyes. Imagine you're in a long room. Everything is dark and the room itself is moving. You realize you're absolutely freezing, even after you had put on your warmest layers. Knowing you only have a few hours to sleep before the day starts, you try to fall asleep, yet it is difficult to do because you are too cold and your seat is anything but comfortable. Then suddenly, before you know it, there are men (which remind you of gestapo) walking quickly through this room you're resting in, shining flashlights in everyone's eyes. As they approach you, you can hear them saying something, but you're not sure what language it's in. Before you know it, they are a row away from your group. You can finally pinpoint what language the men are speaking - Portuguese. And what, you think, are they asking for? They, this time, look directly at your friends (who are in the surrounding seats), and yell "Passaporte!" You register this as "Passport!,"grab it out of your backpack, which is situated on the floor between your feet, and wait for them to look at your passport. Meanwhile, in your groggy state, you look over at your friend, Andrea, who is getting her passport checked. Instead of just looking at her main passport picture, the men begin filing through her passport looking for something. A visa perhaps? They give her her passport back, then move on to you. Flashlight light blazing in your eyes, you hand them your passport, having marked the pages with photos of you with your fingers. To your surprise, they only look at the first photo, hand you your passport, and move on to the next people. Within a few minutes, the men are gone, but you're room still isn't moving. There you are, awake in the dark, not sure what's going on. Soon enough though, you're moving again, and before you know it, there is sunlight shining through the windows. Looking out the window, you get your first glimpse of Portugal. And although it looks very run down and extremely poor, there is something about this place that lets you know everything will be alright. This, my friends, is where my adventure in Portugal began.
11: Viver a vida que voc ama, ama a vida que voc vive <3
12: “We live in a wonderful world that is full of to the adventures we can have if only we seek
13: Excursiones a: Salamanca, Tordesillas, Santander | beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end them with our eyes open." ~Jawaharial Nehru
14: “"Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen."” – | Palma de Mallorca | - Benjamin Disraeli
15: Madrid | ""The wind blows hard against this mountainside Across the sea into my soul. It reaches into where I cannot hid."" - Mr. Mister
16: One day little Miss Gibby Gibby GooReally really had to take a big pooShe ran to find the nearest louBut only saw a cow that said “Moo.”She decided to ask him what to doAnd he said to try the house of Coach SueIn disbelief Gibby asked again whoAnd was told to follow the Cheerios’ “WOO”Gibby loved Glee so she knewShe was going to see the Glee Cast that’s newShe ran until she saw Mr. SchuAnd Coach Sue wearing all blueSue shouted about scaring people – BOOAnd Mr. Schu said who the heck are you?Finn, Rachel and the rest were there tooGibby wanted to stay with them for a fewBut suddenly her urge to poo grewSo Coach Sue’s house she ran thruShe finally found a bathroom to go doo dooShe finished her poo and out of the house flewHer time to sing was long overdueAnd that’s the day Gibby Gibby GooFinally got to make her Glee debut.
17: “A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” - Tim Cahill | Antwerp | Belgium | “He who does not travel does not know the value of men.” – Moorish Proverb
18: Nerja | La Alhambra | 1, 2, 3 . . . ¡Sácala!
19: Mom and Peggy visit! | Cuidado. los burros muerden...
21: Spring Break trip: Dublin, Ireland Edinburgh, Scotland London, England | We got to couch surf in Edinburgh with Cal :) | Contemplating life in Dublin | April 23 - May 1 | Partners in crime: Alie, Andrea, & Abby
22: Mis amigos y familia ~ He estado en los EEUU para 2 días y todavía quiero volver a España. Es decir, la vida allí es totalmente mejor y es parte de mi vida. Dejé mi corazón con la gente y muchas mas cosas. Echaré de menos mi vida española y honestamente, odio mi vida americana a veces.. Es que casi todas las cosas son mejores allá...la comida, la gente (mas amable), mis oportunidades, mis "niños," Plaza Mayor, mis profesores, mis amigos, el hecho que tenía que andar a cada sitio, mi familia (Maria Antonia, Luis, Beatriz, y Fiona), mi vista del rio, la emoción que vino cada día, la música, y el idioma. No puedo describir todo lo que siento porque es imposible, pero debes saber que haya dejado todo mi corazón por allá y mi vida ya no tiene emoción ni significado. Me gusta mucho la gente dónde vivo, pero ya no es lo mismo. Mi esperanza es que algún día podría vivir allí. Pero hasta llegue ese día, escucharé una canción de Paolo Nutini que se llama "Estas Calles." Es sobre sus recuerdos de su vida en un otro lugar y su tristeza - es lo que siento ahora. Te echo de menos, España. Siempre.
23: Mi querida Emily: – Yo sé que vayas a extrañar España para el resto de tu vida y con todo tu corazón, pero necesitas recordar lo que dijo María Antonia...vas a estar triste pero no piensas en las cosas que no puedes tocar en este momento. Sólo piensas en las cosas buenas y tus experiencias allá. Puedes recordar. Puedes volver. Dios tiene un gran plan para ti y para tu vida. Tus 5 meses en Valladolid son solamente un capítulo. Tienes muchos capítulos más. Nunca olvides quién eres. Nunca olvides quién puedes ser. Primero eres una niña de Díos y va a ayudarte y guiarte. Segundo eres “española” ahora, y serás española para el resto de tu vida. No te pongas triste ya. Recordar y VOLVER. | Paolo Nutini - These Streets ~ *Vallarna - Tienes Unos Ojos Niña ~ Bacilos - Caraluna ~ Shakira - Gitana ~ Juanes - Tres ~ *Celtas Cortos - 20 de abril ~ Don Omar - Danza Kuduro